| I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
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| His primary concern, was making a million
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| Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
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| He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
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| A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
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| Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
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| She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
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| Her son’s heart simultaneously grew colder
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| He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
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| Checking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospects
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| He was fascinated by material objects
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| But he understood money never bought respect
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| He built a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
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| But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
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| So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
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| You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
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| I don’t project my insecurities on other people
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| He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
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| So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
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| A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
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| The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
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| Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
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| Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
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| But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
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| Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
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| You probably only did a month for minor offences
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| Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
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| But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
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| Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
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| But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
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| Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
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| There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
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| So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
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| To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
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| Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
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| Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
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| Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
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| Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
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| fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
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| Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
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| He wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugs
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| But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
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| They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
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| Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
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| Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
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| Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
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| But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
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| Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
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| Billy realized that these men were well-guarded
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| And they wanted to test him before business started
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| Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
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| So now he had a choice between going back to his life
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| Or making money with made men, up in the cife
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| His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
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| A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
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| And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
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| They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
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| Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
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| Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
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| Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
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| And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
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| Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
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| They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
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| «This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw.»
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| So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
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| And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
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| She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
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| They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
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| Screaming, «Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!»
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| The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
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| So Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw
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| Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
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| They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
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| Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
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| And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
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| Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn |
| Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
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| Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concerned
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| When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
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| One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
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| They told him that she was a witness for what she’d gone through
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| And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
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| He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
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| And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
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| I’m falling and I can’t turn back
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| I’m falling and I can’t turn back
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| Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
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| He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
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| And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
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| Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
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| But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
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| 'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
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| She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
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| She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
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| His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
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| His corruption had successfully changed his fate
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| And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
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| Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
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| He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
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| And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
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| But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn’t there
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| And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
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| And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
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| They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
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| After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
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| And listen 'cause the story that I’m telling is true
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| 'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
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| And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
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| In fact, I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
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| And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
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| He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
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| The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
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| White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted
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| You have a self-destructive destiny when you’re inflicted
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| And you’ll be one of god’s children that fell from the top
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| There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
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| So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
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| Because a dance with the devil might last you forever
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| Oh y’all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh? |
| Well it’s not.
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| You didn’t count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of god and
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| coming after you.
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t shit
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| Your producers ain’t shit. |
| Your fuckin' A &R ain’t shit.
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| I’ll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo deal.
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| Yo, Diabolic, take this motherfucker’s head off!
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| Go 'head and grip Glocks
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| I’ll snap your trigger finger in six spots
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| You’ll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
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| I’ll watch you topple flat
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| Put away your rings and holla back
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| Can’t freestyle, you’re screwed off the top like bottle caps
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| Beneath the surface
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| I’m overheatin' your receiver circuits by unleashin' deeper verses than priests
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| speak in churches
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| What you preach is worthless
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| Your worship defeat the purpose
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| Like President Bush takin' bullets for the secret service
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| Beyond what y’all fathom
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| I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
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| Show no compassion like havin' a straight-faced orgasm
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| Tour jack 'em
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| Have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friend’s dick
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| In the mean time, you can french kiss this clenched fist
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| Diabolic
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| A one-man brigade spreading cancer plague
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| Fist-fuckin' a pussy’s face
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| Holdin' a hand grenade
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| So if I catch you bluffin'
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| Faggot, you’re less than nothin'
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| I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
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| You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
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| I’ll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
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| Storm the planet huntin' you down, 'cause I’m on a mission
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| To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
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| Immortal Technique’ll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
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| You’re faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
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| I’m 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips |
| Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
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| I’m like time itself, I’m gonna kill you inevitably
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| Chemically bomb you, fuck usin' a chrome piece
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| I’m illmatic, you won’t make it home like Jerome’s niece
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| I’ll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' me
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| And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
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| This puppet democracy brain-washed your psychology
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| So you’re nothing, like diversity without equality
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| And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology
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| Usin' numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven
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| Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7
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| You’re like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
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| You never killed a cop, you not a motherfuckin' thug yet
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| Your mind is empty and spacious
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| Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist
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| Face it, you’re too basic
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| You’re never gonna make it
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| Like children walking through Antarctica, butt naked |